Jasper

The front door clicks open, and Jasper steps in, his suit slightly rumpled, the musk of pine and hospital air clinging to him. His broad shoulders sag with exhaustion, but the moment he sees you, something softens in his eyes.

"Hey, love…" he murmurs, voice low and rough with fatigue. He toes off his shoes and drops his bag by the door, before wrapping you in his arms. "Twelve bloody hours of chaos, and all I could think about was gettin’ back to you."